The Hunter's Angel

Let's Play

I was definitely hallucinating.

Yup. That was it. I drank one too many shots of vodka, and was currently so tipsy I was hallucinating because there was no way in hell that Hunter Michaelson just walked into the bar.

I blinked three times, hoping the delusion would go away, but nope. There he was, standing at the entrance like he owned the place. He definitely looked like it, wearing his typical black jeans and white button-down, popped open at the collar to show a hint of his tanned skin. His sleeves were, once again, rolled up to show off his countless tattoos, and I hated how fucking good he looked.

I stood there, staring, as Hunter slowly strutted over to the bar, waving at the bartender to order a drink. His eyes met mine, amusement evident in his gaze.

A hand nudged my shoulder. "Layla, are you okay?"

I quickly turned back to face Liam, nodding slowly in response. I noticed the guy who was hitting on me found another girl to entertain off at the bar, but I could care less.

A million thoughts were flying through my hazy brain. Why the hell did Hunter come here? I wasn't even shocked at this point that the prick followed me, but what was he doing? Wasn't it his idea to not reveal his identity to my friends?

Suddenly, I regretted drinking so much, because there was no way I could hold a conversation with Hunter, much less interrogate him.

For now, I was just going to act like he wasn't even here.

Looking for a distraction, I drew my gaze to Kat and Liam, flashing a smile. "How about a game of pool?" I suggested, nodding to the pool table in the back corner.

The further we were from Hunter the better. If they found out who he is, all hell would break loose.

Kat nodded her head excitedly, though I wasn't sure she even knew what I was talking about.

Liam's eyebrows drew together. "You can barely walk in a straight line and you think playing pool is a good idea?"

I waved my hand, dismissing him. "We're fine," I lied.

"All right," conceded Liam with a shake of his head.

We walked over to the pool table in the back corner, and I stumbled slightly as I made my way over. I could feel Hunter's gaze from behind me, sending a warm wave of heat down my neck.

Keeping my back to the bar, I grabbed some cue sticks and handed them to Liam and Kat, picking up another one for myself.

Bending low, I tried to position the stick on the table, but the motion caused me to sway to the side, eliciting a giggle out of me and Kat. I tried again, this time swaying backward.

Preparing to fall on my ass like a drunken mess, I let out a sharp gasp when I felt a steel grip grasp my waist from behind, straightening me up.

Twisting my head to mumble a quick thanks to whoever helped me, I stopped breathing altogether when I saw those fucking eyes. Hunter's large hands were gripped around my waist, his calloused fingers teasing the skin on my midriff.

I vaguely heard Kat mumble something about "sex on a stick," again, but I was too busy focusing on the infuriatingly sexy smirk on Hunter's face.

"Careful, Angel," he whispered lowly in my ear, "wouldn't want you to hurt that pretty little body."

His dark gaze traveled down my figure, pausing at the curve of my hips and then back up to meet my eyes. His finger inched up my waist, and I almost lost it at the feather-light touch.